dessert and music

Eric's wild laughter echoed in the basement, and then he said viciously: "Your life has come to an end, raise your smiling face to meet the embrace of death!"

Hilda could clearly hear a sound outside the room, followed by a musical sound.

It's a funeral song!She heard it at her mother's funeral!

Hilda hugged herself in tears.The temperature in the torture room was getting higher and higher, and her consciousness was becoming more and more blurred. She was about to suffocate to death!

She could only keep walking, from the dense tropical forest to the golden desert.etc!Suddenly, she seemed to hear the sound of running water in the desert.

water!She opened her mouth to shout, but her throat was so dry that it was about to split and she couldn't make a sound.

Hilda now stretched out her hands to the sides, and her fingers touched the hot mirrors again.She closed her eyes to calm herself down for a moment, and kept hinting to herself - this is just a small room, there must be an exit here!

She touched the hot mirror and walked along the side, when suddenly her right hand touched a raised thing the size of a soybean, and Hilda quickly pressed it without thinking.

The desert in front of him disappeared in an instant, and the mirrors were no longer hot.

The sudden darkness in the room made Hilda even more flustered. Her trembling lips continued to walk forward while touching the mirror.

Hilda didn't know how long and how far she walked, and she was getting tired.She stopped, sat on the ground at once, touched her painful ankle, rubbed it a few times and tried to stand up while holding the mirror - but she couldn't stand up, her legs had no strength.Hilda bit her lip and braced herself against the ground, trying to force herself to stand up.

"Hilda?" A gentle female voice suddenly rang out in this room.This is the voice of mother!Hilda's eyes lit up, and she quickly turned her head to look around, trying to find where the sound came from.She yelled again: "Mom!"

But no one responded.

"Hilda," said the voice again, "my child, don't you still want to hear me sing?" Hilda nodded obsessively, she had lost her judgment now.

The voice began to sing, and it took only one phrase for Hilda to know that it was the song her mother used to sing to lull her to sleep when she was a child.

"Mom..." Hilda closed her eyes and called softly.

After a while, she fell asleep.

……

In the dream she saw her mother, her mother held her in her arms, sang a lullaby for her, and patted her back with her own hand.Hilda's tears flowed uncontrollably.

"Hilda, my dear child," the mother in the dream said to her, "open your eyes." Hilda obediently opened her closed eyes—it wasn't the dark room that greeted her, it wasn't A cold and damp basement, but his own room.

Mrs. Irene hovered anxiously by the bed, and when she saw Hilda opened her eyes, she was relieved. "Madam... what's the matter with me?" Madam Irene sat down, reached out her hand to touch Hilda's forehead, and said, "You are sick, child."

Get ill?Hilda frowned. The number of times she got sick was very rare. She counted them on both hands since she was a child. Why did she get sick this time?She looked up at Mrs. Irene standing beside the bed.

"Thank you, Mrs. Irene." "The doctor will come later, and I will let him come to your room." Mrs. Irene said softly, "I'll go out first, you can rest for a while." Hilda nodded , Mrs. Irene saw that she was still in good spirits, turned and left the room.

Hilda lay down again, and in a moment fell asleep again.

"Squeak—" it was the sound of pushing the door, Hilda heard it vaguely in her sleep, and she frowned. "Hilda, Hilda." Mrs. Irene patted her on the back to wake her up.Hilda opened her eyes in a daze, and when she saw the person behind Madam Irene, she suddenly came to her senses and said excitedly, "Daloga!"

"Hilda, do you know this gentleman?" Mrs. Irene asked with a familiar look on her face.Hilda nodded quickly and said, "I met once, this kind gentleman helped me." Madam Irene saw her saying this, and left here knowing that the two of them knew each other.

Daloja raised the corners of his mouth and smiled at Hilda. "Your blackberry tart here is delicious." He took out another necklace and handed it to her and said, "Oh, yes, you seem to have forgotten this." Hilda looked down and saw the necklace Daroga put in her hand ——It was a birthday present from her mother.

"Thank you, Daloja," said Hilda gratefully.Daloga smiled and said, "You should thank Eric, if he hadn't found your necklace, I wouldn't have come to give it to you."

She snorted: "Thank him? How is that possible. He wants to kill me." Hearing Hilda's words, Daroga was stunned for a moment before replying: "If he wanted to kill you, he would have done it already. The secret passage in the bakery belongs to Eric."

Sure enough, Eric was right.

Seeing that Hilda didn't say anything more, Daloga put the ointment on her bedside, and said: "If you can continue to make him something to eat, do it. His diet is neither regular nor healthy, Eri. Ke's health is getting worse."

Yes, she knows.Erik was tall but very thin, his sallow skin stretched so tight over his bones that he really looked like a living skeleton.

"I will, if I can do it." Daroga was relieved when he heard Hilda's answer. He rubbed Hilda's brown hair like a father and left.

Things went from bad to worse, and she lay on her pillow thinking back to Eric's crazy behavior.She suddenly felt a little sympathetic to that blond girl. To be loved by such a person is not a kind of enjoyment but a burden.

"Kristen," Hilda murmured, "you have a lot of stories." She turned over, thinking of the man who loved Christine dearly, and said, "And as for Eric, he himself It's a library in itself."

The author has something to say:

ummm changed, I want to highlight H's desire to survive.

I also have a desire to survive! !